When it comes to personal consciousness evolution, doing nothing or making a minimal effort is an intentional choice that, as any choice, produces consequences. In this game there are no spectators or bystanders – innocent or otherwise

The truth is not delicate; it will stand up to vigorous testing

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay

He scorn’d his own, who felt another’s woe.

Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save

The quality of your being expresses the correctness of your understanding. Think

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom’d each rustic tomb.

Big Truth, once understood and assimilated, always modifies your intent, and invariably leads to personal change

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o’er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I’m sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history

Beauty’s witching sway is now to me a star that’s fallen-a dream that’s passed away

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked

Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life’s else bitter cup distilled

I’ll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain

Fear is like mind-cancer; it is a disease of consciousness, a dysfunctional condition of ignorance trapped within a little picture

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry

Truth ever lovely – since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray

But sad as angels for the good man’s sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in

Triumphal arch, that fill’st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you’re doing In my cheek’s pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo

Who hath not own’d, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

The prophet’s mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world – a sacred gift to man

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent

Our land, the first garden of liberty’s tree – It has been, and shall be, the land of the free

For Beauty’s tears are lovelier than her smile

Love’s a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger’s troubled night depart, And the star of peace return

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own

O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree

Fundamental assumptions in general and scientific assumptions in particular are so hard to overturn because they are based on belief. Beliefs are so hard to overcome because they are irrational and therefore do not yield to logical argument

Our purpose is to grow up and become love.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander’d there, To waft us home the message of despair?

A stoic of the woods, – a man without a tear

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer

It’s not about the body; you are consciousness. That’s what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don’t need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything

Coming events cast their shadows before

Tomorrow let us do or die!

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die